In 2006 I drove from Leavenworth Ks. where I was living then to West Virginia. I'd never been east of the Mississippi, and enjoyed the drive. In Kentucky, I passed through part of The Daniel Boone National Forest. Beautiful, just beautiful.
Arriving at my destination, I saw a pamphlet in the motel lobby touting The Appalachian Heritage Museum and knew I had to see it. Driving out there a few days later it was pouring down rain, and I didn't know if they would be open or not. Pulling into the parking lot and seeing a few cars, I walked into the office and was talking to a lady at the reception desk when Mr. Perry, who with wife Henriella own the museum walked in.
This kind gentleman took me on a personal one on one tour, even letting me into some buildings that are not normally open to the public. I think he sensed from my reactions that I shared his love of history and Americana. It is a day I will never forget, and I thank him here for his hospitality.
Arriving at my destination, I saw a pamphlet in the motel lobby touting The Appalachian Heritage Museum and knew I had to see it. Driving out there a few days later it was pouring down rain, and I didn't know if they would be open or not. Pulling into the parking lot and seeing a few cars, I walked into the office and was talking to a lady at the reception desk when Mr. Perry, who with wife Henriella own the museum walked in.
This kind gentleman took me on a personal one on one tour, even letting me into some buildings that are not normally open to the public. I think he sensed from my reactions that I shared his love of history and Americana. It is a day I will never forget, and I thank him here for his hospitality.